[Rubinstein was] a fountain from which music spouted, not a recitalist.

When her name is mentioned in the opera history books we will recall that vibrant, soaring tone-that and the blinding, high-beam-headlight smile that she flashed on her fans at each curtain call.

Next to the writer of real estate advertisements, the autobiographer is the most suspect of prose artists.

Real folk music long ago went to Nashville and left no known survivors.

The irrepressible spirit that made his playing seem like good conversation is the Rubinstein legacy for pianists, if they can pick up their heads from the keyboard long enough to claim it.

No man ever reached to excellence in any one art or profession without having passed through the slow and painful process of study and preparation